Baby, if you were oceanic crust and I was a continent, I'd let you subduct so we can make hot hot magma.
Since distance equals velocity times time, let's let velocity and time approach infinity, because I want to go all the way with you.
Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists a cauchy sequence that does not converge.
If LOVE was written on every grain of sand in the Sahara Desert that still doesn't equal my love for you.
How about you give me some piano lessons? We could play all night and make some sweet music.